I'm just written in mind
Alone from the world
with a dead set of mind.
My poetry isn't necessarily a thing of aspiration
instead social awareness and inspiration.
I'm longing to meet the person who inspired me.
But who really cares to meet someone who looks up to you so highly?
YOU ARE READING
I don't understand
PoetryLately, I've been pushed through a bunch of heartaches and pains. I'm lonely, but.. I'm starting to see that I dont think I matter really anymore. Is my existence really worth keeping in peoples lives?
